this is a story about the monsters and lovers and the gory pawns in between.
this is a story about how they become the same thing.
how my ribs break themselves to let her scrape her way between the flesh of my lungs. how I bleed. how she screams. how mouths only know how to bruise. how the moonlight bathes us in the brightest kind of light. how nerves electrify. how hearts terrify. how she shows her teeth and the spine quivers.
how she is the most tender lover I have ever known.
gently, we howl at the stars together. gently, we swallow each other whole.
When you’re a young princess, what you want to do when you’re older is become a prince, but by the time you grow up, you realise that you have to throw away your childish ambitions, and get a realistic job. Like becoming a car.